Redtail Rise Tombstone

Their ears pulled back at Ancelin’s astute observation. Masquerade could only nod their head in complete agreement, even if he embellished his reasoning from there. The Caru didn’t understand the point about Relic, if only because they’d never dabbled in such matters. It was one of the reasons they often felt out of place here: fighting loved ones for station did not make sense to them, even though it was often the way of the wolf.

Why do we have to prove ourselves? Who do we have to prove ourselves to? Masque pondered aloud, head cocking. That’s the thing: I don’t want to go anywhere. I just don’t know if I fit in here. I feel like… They felt that familiar frustration mounting when a word suddenly popped into their head. It’s like I’m too cerebral for this place. I like to use my mind and my words to communicate, not my teeth and tail so much.

They knew they were indirectly insulting other members of the rise, though Masque did not intend any disrespect. It was just a mismatch between their predispositions and others who called the rise home. Avicus had fallen somewhere in between, the Caru felt, striking the balance that had gone missing right along with her.